Du disque dur au disque d'or [English translation]

[Intro - Oli]

Haha, they can't fake anymore bro !

The Big League* !

From the hard disk to the gold disc, man !

From the hard disk to the gold disc, man !

Biggy, haha, tell them, han !

[Verse 1 - Bigflo]

Mate, I'd rather have my pockets, than my brain holed,

If you had balls, there wouldn't be proofs needed.

Yesterday night again blown off, it's not the first time,

Parisian get your hat off, there is no sun there *Haha*

I have a gold disc. "What ? You have a gold disc ?!"

Tonight I will open the Champomy we'll party at Gryffindor.

Anybody there ? Allo ! Nobody ? It's a pity !

I think that their rap career fell through too quickly**.

I'm given rap lessons by guys who talk about my flow and my horrible lyrics

But I don't forget that these guys, not so long ago, danced on tecktonik musics.

*We are not in the same category*

They wanna imitate the team's techniques,

*You know it, I come as a terrorist*

But I have my rhymes, I don't put dynamites.

Youth are falling asleep, it hasn't a lot to say anymore, yeah,

A lot of my friends roll joints with their future,

And they smoke, and they smoke, all the day long

And it lasts, and it lasts, my fucking tour,

Guys tell me "Biggy you have changed since you get dollars, money, business, girls are chasing you, idealizing you",

They think I'm living on an island in the middle of bikinis, teens, and milfs, and thousands of dollars,

That's not the end, here the show takes precedence, it's sad,

Kids get their mind empty, they drink, they deal some shit

To dissipate their cents in their style,

Then, they speed, they want the vizir's life and limousines.

I know that's hard, my friend, they have certainty ! Us ? An opinion !

They have big whores ! Us ? A family !

They have big muscles ! Us ? Charisma !

Don't seal the victory too much, one day I could lose.

I'd rather see kids at my concerts, than fucking drunk people.

I have a growth problem, I don't know why,

At the moment, my bank account grows faster than me, it's annoying.

What is our function ? They take us as mops,

I keep my feet on the Earth, the head in the interstellar (space),

I listened to my father, who told me "Son, keep going",

My money goes to my mother, not to a Mercedes !

I'm so skinny, it looks like I'm sick,

I'm bad with girls, when I hit on them, they give me the runaround.

I have an ugly face, believe me, that's not funny,

I have a gold disc, but I still sleep at my parent's home.

I have a small head, no biceps, no big cars, yeah that's really a shame.

I'm a skeleton, a faggot, I can't lift any dumbells up.

I'm an asshole, compared to those guys who weigh tons,

Fortunately, I rap like nobody else !

[Verse 2 - Oli]

I think I'll have difficulties with this one, Flo.

I was alone in bedroom, I had dreams, which were too big for me,

I saw it in people's eyes, but in fact, it wasn't bad.

Do you know why I take some distance ?

Because I'm proud to have a gold disc at 19 but I dreamed to have it at 18 years old !

I'm told "think to something else", but I only have this in my life and I work

Because maybe there is a future MC better than me in the town.

They all disgust me, after rap, I will take a big break,

Help people, give time and money for some causes.

Meanwhile I crease and crush any human being slogging away,

From the biggest worldwide star, to the old cheapskate of an Open Mic !

MCs, where are you ? I clash you but nobody replies.

Bandits, are you deaf ? Shoot, I have a target on my forehead.

I don't stop the battle, get the better of obstacles, and spent times.

That's my name on the standard, so never think that you can replace me.

You'll sign a contract, believe that all is good and you will embrace your mother,

At the end you don't sell, you lose your contacts and all your debts will accumulate !

I already hear their bitter voice : "You criticize again rappers ?"

Yeah, because they tell porkies again !

I don't want my mother's or my father's life

So I work in order to hear my son saying the contrary.

They look at me on the stage, they all want to be friends,

All my dreams came true, I have to find others,

Make a song without Bigflo ? Not possible !

My mother is fed up with hearing me on the radio ! Me too !

I'm only one of the doubles of Oli, help me,

They force us to go crazy, 17 dates in 1 month,

He tans on an island in Florida, I'm exploited, it's horrible,

Unless I'm the real one to do all this, but in this case it's historic.

At the time, people closed doors to me, I dreamed of gold disc, I was waiting for someone to call me,

I was told "you're dead" however the album is in the stores, now the score surprises them,

The support was rare in this world, we went on our merry way like ghosts,

But the audience was here and we played the volunteers since the start we keep going, it looks like this year is the good one.

I saw MCs loosing their voice, they panic, too scared.

I don't introduce myself anymore, but people know me, I feel like being Harry Potter.

I screw their barriers

Which 19 year-olded MC on the Earth can pretend celebrating his 10th year of career ?

If you wanna stop me, hold on, you're informed !

Gold disc is like baccalaureate, I worked 2 months and I got it.

I'm the best french rapper, it pisses me off to realize it,

Like a very pretty girl who knows it and who takes you for an idiot.

To have some flow is easy, you just need to take a mic and articulate

Now I imagine you in front of your mirror saying "How does this asshole do ?!"

The audience rooms are full, the disc sells well,

Flash-back when my teacher told me "You'll never be a musucian".

Their comments, their strumbles, I remember them,

And on the stage, at the end of each concert, I think to them.

Without the music I'm not talkative, outside of the stage I don't have bravery.

I came to rap by accident, I stayed here for love.

I swear you, only bastards don't know what we endure

So I tightened my belt, fixing the clock,

The business, a lot of sold and defrocked kids,

Since I was a kid, I count on my hand's fingers those who, one day, put their hand out to me.

I rap for those who go to class, not for those who skip it.

I write for those who give some love, not for those who preach it.

I'm in studio for those who dream, those who doubt, those who suffer,

At the end of the abyss, those who don't stop speaking, for the yokels who speak,

We move ourself, those who are pissed off giggle, they all feel blue in Toulouse,

Choup***, a little help, alone in the bush,

A crazy gang is on my heels, breathe out, run-